boats and tugging at sails. The concrete walkway thirty feet above was deserted except for Katie who stood swaying in the wind,her hands buried in the pockets of her pink hoodie. She turned her back to the boats and looked out to the ocean, lit in flashes by the sweeping beam from the lighthouse on the opposite headland.
‘This place still freaks me out,’ said Shaun, coming up behind her, pointing at the six-foot wide walkway that had no railing for its entire length. ‘I mean, your choice here is flaying your ass on a rusty skip then suffocating to death in a pile of rotting nets or,’ he looked down on the other side, ‘crashing onto some huge rocks and drowning.’
‘It’s like – which would you rather die in, a barrel of pus or a barrel of scabs?’ said Katie.
‘What?’ said Shaun.
‘It was one of my granddad’s favourites,’ said Katie. ‘I’d probably go for the scabs.’
‘Which sounds like a good idea, until they’re scratching at the inside of your throat, then you’re inhaling them into your lungs…’
Katie shook her head. ‘Ew.’
Shaun pulled her into his arms, pressing her head against his chest, squeezing her close. She looked up at him and he knew how she felt.
‘I still can’t believe you asked me out,’ she said.
‘What? Why? You’re a babe. Why wouldn’t I ask you out?’
‘I am not a babe,’ she said, hitting him. ‘It’s just that you arrived looking like…like a big American footballer or something, with your perfect teethand we all thought that none of us would have a hope. I just think it’s weird that here I am.’
‘You’re crazy. You’re really beautiful. You make me laugh, you’re smart, you’re cute—’
‘Aw, that’s so nice.’
‘It’s not nice, it’s true.’
He took her hand and they moved against the wind back down the steps. They walked along the harbour, then past the sweaty windows of Danaher’s and up a winding road behind a short row of shops. They stood at the sign for Seascapes Holiday Homes.
Straight ahead, was an empty tree-lined dead end. To the left, the road sloped steeply into a second, larger cul-de-sac, where fifteen fourbedroom holiday homes faced out towards the border of trees. Lights were on in three of the houses, each of them close to the entrance. Shaun’s boss, Betty Shanley, lived in the first one, but she was out of town for the night. Shaun and Katie took a right, running along the trees and down the slope, glancing around quickly before Shaun slipped the key into the door of the last house, number fifteen, and they both fell into the hallway, laughing.
‘I put the heating on earlier,’ said Shaun.
‘Yeah, I can smell it,’ said Katie, wrinkling her nose at the stale air from the storage heaters.
‘Would you rather freeze your ass off?’ asked Shaun.
‘No.’
‘Do you feel a bit guilty?’ he asked.
‘A little bit.’
‘Me too. It’s just…Mrs Shanley. She’s been good to me. And to mom, when mom was her nanny or au pair, whatever.’
‘I know. But I’m sure our parents did stuff when they were our age.’
‘Let’s not go there,’ said Shaun.
‘Yeah. Ew.’
‘Are you ready for your surprise?’
‘I get a surprise? Cool!’
‘Go to the fridge.’
Katie hunched down and pulled open the fridge. In it was a tiny chocolate cake in the shape of a heart, a half bottle of wine and a white rose. She smiled up at him.
‘That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me in my whole life,’ she said. ‘You are adorable!’
‘I know it’s not original, but what the hell.’
‘Shut up. I love everything. I love you.’
Joe sat down at the table with the mail that arrived that morning. He looked down at his plate – spinach ravioli with a side of broccoli. His glass was filled with freshly squeezed orange juice. He leaned back to see his dessert in a bowl by the stove. It was custard with something brown hitting the surface. Stewed prunes.
‘Why didn’t you just cut
‘This place still freaks me out,’ said Shaun, coming up behind her, pointing at the six-foot wide walkway that had no railing for its entire length. ‘I mean, your choice here is flaying your ass on a rusty skip then suffocating to death in a pile of rotting nets or,’ he looked down on the other side, ‘crashing onto some huge rocks and drowning.’
‘It’s like – which would you rather die in, a barrel of pus or a barrel of scabs?’ said Katie.
‘What?’ said Shaun.
‘It was one of my granddad’s favourites,’ said Katie. ‘I’d probably go for the scabs.’
‘Which sounds like a good idea, until they’re scratching at the inside of your throat, then you’re inhaling them into your lungs…’
Katie shook her head. ‘Ew.’
Shaun pulled her into his arms, pressing her head against his chest, squeezing her close. She looked up at him and he knew how she felt.
‘I still can’t believe you asked me out,’ she said.
‘What? Why? You’re a babe. Why wouldn’t I ask you out?’
‘I am not a babe,’ she said, hitting him. ‘It’s just that you arrived looking like…like a big American footballer or something, with your perfect teethand we all thought that none of us would have a hope. I just think it’s weird that here I am.’
‘You’re crazy. You’re really beautiful. You make me laugh, you’re smart, you’re cute—’
‘Aw, that’s so nice.’
‘It’s not nice, it’s true.’
He took her hand and they moved against the wind back down the steps. They walked along the harbour, then past the sweaty windows of Danaher’s and up a winding road behind a short row of shops. They stood at the sign for Seascapes Holiday Homes.
Straight ahead, was an empty tree-lined dead end. To the left, the road sloped steeply into a second, larger cul-de-sac, where fifteen fourbedroom holiday homes faced out towards the border of trees. Lights were on in three of the houses, each of them close to the entrance. Shaun’s boss, Betty Shanley, lived in the first one, but she was out of town for the night. Shaun and Katie took a right, running along the trees and down the slope, glancing around quickly before Shaun slipped the key into the door of the last house, number fifteen, and they both fell into the hallway, laughing.
‘I put the heating on earlier,’ said Shaun.
‘Yeah, I can smell it,’ said Katie, wrinkling her nose at the stale air from the storage heaters.
‘Would you rather freeze your ass off?’ asked Shaun.
‘No.’
‘Do you feel a bit guilty?’ he asked.
‘A little bit.’
‘Me too. It’s just…Mrs Shanley. She’s been good to me. And to mom, when mom was her nanny or au pair, whatever.’
‘I know. But I’m sure our parents did stuff when they were our age.’
‘Let’s not go there,’ said Shaun.
‘Yeah. Ew.’
‘Are you ready for your surprise?’
‘I get a surprise? Cool!’
‘Go to the fridge.’
Katie hunched down and pulled open the fridge. In it was a tiny chocolate cake in the shape of a heart, a half bottle of wine and a white rose. She smiled up at him.
‘That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me in my whole life,’ she said. ‘You are adorable!’
‘I know it’s not original, but what the hell.’
‘Shut up. I love everything. I love you.’
Joe sat down at the table with the mail that arrived that morning. He looked down at his plate – spinach ravioli with a side of broccoli. His glass was filled with freshly squeezed orange juice. He leaned back to see his dessert in a bowl by the stove. It was custard with something brown hitting the surface. Stewed prunes.
‘Why didn’t you just cut
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